-Dr Isabella Pacetti's Notes:
Katy has endured pain beyond anything she thought she could withstand, and enjoyed multiple, overwhelming orgasms. As promised, Sophie ignored her pleas for mercy and only intensified the torment. Sophie has also allowed Katy to say 'I love you'.
As ever, my reminder: all of these women are consenting adults actively pursuing their desires. Even Katy, in the depths of her submission.
-Katy's Statement:
I lay in a state something like shock, utterly overwhelmed and unable to think at all. My Goddess was standing on me - her beautiful feet sheathed in white cotton - actually standing on my face and looking down on me with an unwavering gaze and a very faint smile. I gazed back as best I could, transfixed.
My fingers were dripping wet, and I had no idea what had happened, though I suspected I had peed. Somehow it didn't matter. Sophie didn't seem to care, so it didn't matter.
And I was struggling to breathe. I wasn't suffocating, but each breath was difficult and shallow and I was feeling faint. But my Goddess was standing on my face, and that was all I could think about.
Time must have passed because now there were no warm feet pressing down on me and I felt lonely. I was dimly aware that my handcuffs were gone too, though I still wore my leash and my ankles were still tethered.
And now Sophie was bathing me. A warm, wet cloth was dabbing at my face, dissolving the tears and sweat. I looked at my Goddess, who smiled at me and made a gentle 'shush' sound, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the water caressing me. But my eyes didn't stay closed, not more than a blink, because I was compelled to look at her. She was bathing my torso and arms by now, not looking me in the eye any more, so I could observe her beautiful, peaceful face as she worked. It was restful.
And I dozed off again. When I next became conscious I was in Sophie's arms, and we lay together, limbs tangled. Warm and pressing tight together. I tried to stay awake, thrilling to the sensation of the embrace. I nuzzled my face into Sophie's throat and clung on. The pain and terror were forgotten; there was nothing but the warmth, the closeness of Sophie's body, and the peace.
I awoke from my doze, slowly and gently, becoming gradually aware that Sophie was kissing me. It was a long, wet kiss and I found myself kissing back, letting my tongue ease into her hot mouth. Our faces were wet and pink, and Sophie's voice had that beautiful damp softness when she finally spoke.
"Get up, dozy, I want to talk to you." She stood and offered her hand to me, pulling me to a standing position. Now that I was moving and upright, I became aware of my trembling weakness and the sharp aching of my skin. I was clean and dry, but brutally marked. I allowed myself to be steered across the floor until I was facing the blackboard. The lessons were still written there, all the demeaning insults, and they made me feel anxious.
Sophie stood behind me and toyed with my collar and leash, reminding me that I was very naked and still symbolically bound. She rested her hands on my small shoulders, and then softly caressed my neck.
"Are you reading those words, Katy?" I nodded. "Good girl. Now listen to me. Are you awake enough to pay attention?"
"Yes, Miss Sophie." My voice was shredded from all the screaming. I didn't recognise it. I croaked.
"Katy, it's important you understand that none of those things up there are really true. You're not a slut or a whore, you're not a bad person at all. You're a lovely, sexual girl who wants to express love through the most extraordinary depths of devotion, and to enjoy her body in remarkable ways, and that's perfectly beautiful."
"But I like to feel dirty and bad. That's okay too, isn't it?"
"Yes, Katy, that's beautiful too."
Her arms closed around me, hands clasping my breasts (which throbbed with delicious pain) and pulling me close. She angled her face to speak softly into my ear and I relaxed into her embrace, beaming with pleasure and closing my eyes, which were a little damp.
"And you belong to me and I treasure you. And it's complicated, but when I call you pathetic or contemptible I absolutely mean it... and I enjoy saying it..." I felt a deep, shuddering thrill pass through my belly, "...and at the same time I am savouring your humiliation and pain and everything I do is to elicit a response from your body or mind, because I adore those responses. I adore your suffering."
I was aglow with happiness, and I raised my hands without thinking, clasping them around Sophie's and squeezing.
"And, most important, do you remember I said we were friends? Well, you must remember that. Even when I say you disgust me, or you're nothing to me. You and I are two friends who have chosen to be together like this. I have chosen to make my friend - who I adore - suffer for my amusement. And you have chosen to surrender your body and mind in order to worship your friend as a Goddess. That's really what makes it so exciting."
I nodded and turned my head a little, brushing my cheek against Sophie's.
"Now Katy, this is important: do you know what a safe word is?"
A confused feeling of fear and sadness gripped me and made me want to cry.
"Please don't give me a safe word, Miss Sophie. I don't want this to be a game. I don't want this to stop."
"Shush, Katy. Did I ask you what you wanted?" The embrace tightened and I was no longer afraid. "No, no safe word for you. You're as safe as I want you to be. No, you have something else, and it's something you've just invented. A simple phrase to make all of this come to end. And until you say this phrase, I will own you, hurt you, control you and treat you with the affection and contempt you deserve. You will serve me, please me, worship me and suffer for my amusement until you clearly state: 'Sophie, I don't love you any more'."
I did cry a little now, glowing with wonderful emotions. "I love you. I love you, Miss Sophie."
She chuckled softly. "So, with all of that in mind, you will now get down on your hands and knees and crawl like a dog until I instruct you otherwise. Down."
I sighed happily and slithered through Sophie's arms to kneel at her feet. She kept hold of my leash and pulled it tight.
"Let's go see if you know how to beg for food. Heel."
-
Begging for food was really very simple, and very pleasant. While Sophie perched delicately on a stool, I crawled under the kitchen table and curled up, hungrily eyeing her long, toned legs and the dainty white socks on her elegant feet. When I was ready for a mouthful of food I would say "Woof!" in a clear voice, feeling very foolish, and Sophie would drop a scrap of her salad onto the stone floor. I would snap it up without using my hands, because although I hadn't been told to eat this way, it felt right. There was also a large bowl of water under the table, which I slurped at eagerly, suddenly aware of a desperate thirst.
"Woof!" My hoarse voice made me sound less like a dog, but I was secretly pleased at how cute I sounded.
A slice of tomato landed wetly, and I licked it off the flagstones.
"It's nearly four," Sophie mused between mouthfuls, "I let you sleep too long, you little sloth."
"I'm sorry, Miss Sophie." I had no idea how long I had slept, or how long my torment had lasted, but I was happy to apologise for sleeping. "I didn't mean to sleep. I was enjoying... you... taking care of me. Woof!"
"You're welcome. I think you've been very brave. I'm proud of you."
I felt goose-bumps all over my body and felt absurdly pleased.
"Thank you, Miss Sophie. Thank you for giving me a chance."
"My pleasure. Tell me how you feel now. How do you feel, physically? I mean you're wearing a leash and barking for food, eating off the floor and drooling at my feet, so I know you're a happy puppy. But describe how your body feels."
"I hurt, Miss Sophie," I replied, giggling at little at Sophie's assessment of me. "My thighs are on fire and my face feels numb. My pussy is..." I couldn't find words, "...I can't close my legs because every bit of skin is painful when it presses against another. I promise I haven't touched myself, but I think it's swollen."
